"...his imaginary friend..."

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A/N: Sorry for the wait! Also, enjoy the reference to Heather's even though it's small xD

TW: mention of death

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John's POV

Some people believe in serendipity.

ser-en-dip-i-ty

the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way

Others, in destiny, or fate.

des-ti-ny

the hidden power believed to control what will happen in the future; fate.

John Laurens, though, believed in zerendipity.

zer-end-i-pity

the opposite of serendipity

the inexorable discovery of bad things.

making unhappy, unlucky discoveries occurring by design.

unpleasant surprise

He used to be the one to believe in date and destiny and serendipity. But then he met Alexander. And it became zerendipity.

Hopefully someday he'll go back to believing in serendipity again.

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It was another long day at work. After a soothing, slow, nice, weekend, he'd gone back to work at the pet store with the job of having to walk and wash the puppies, clean the litterboxes and fish tanks and trim the guinea pig nails.

You deserve all this hard work anyway.

John gritted his teeth, basically crashing onto the couch.

Maybe he did deserve this.

He relaxed as he landed on the cheap, but comfortable, couch. A nap would be nice.

You don't deserve sleep.

Sighing, John decided to get up and clean the apartment instead. The entire apartment. The whole thing.

By the time he had finished, Lafayette was home and making dinner. John had wanted the apartment completely clean for some reason.

While cleaning, he had found his tiny blade by the knives and hidden it in a new place. He had decided that Lafayette must have moved it.

When Lafayette had returned from work, John noticed that he seemed surprised that the apartment was clean.

Maybe I should clean more often. If he's surpised, I must not clean enough.

Who would ever like a messy roomate?

Sighing, he looked at Lafayette. "Are we going to have a problem?"

"Que?" The Frenchman blinked in surprise.

John gritted his teeth. "Is there a problem?"

"Of course not, John.... I was just surprised to see a clean apartment. We usually clean together."

John shrugged in response and went back to cleaning.

And that's where they were now, with John finishing the cleaning and Lafayette cooking.

When the food was finished, they ate in the living room, which they usually did. In silence this time. No talking.

"John?" Lafayette said suddenly. "What's wrong?"

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